THE BOOK
I had a pressing needed to read that marvellous book written by Venturi which I memorized a long time ago.
Yesterday I wanted to remember and to comprove if I had forgotten anyone of multiple meanings of its paragraphs.
I pushed the on button of my record. I knew that it’s impossible for us to hear the Mathieu Passion as Back conduced in the Thomas Church in Leipzig but we could enjoy with a brilliant and sensitive reinterpretation.
Between the leaves of the book there was a piece of paper folded in two. It took my breath away like when you are waiting the baby’s cries of your baby after his birth.
I was slowly unfolding it, like if a surgeon operated a delicate wing of a sick little bird.
Words and drops. Words and drops dissolved at the same time.
With these words I gave thanks you for your generosity, for believing me, for sharing your short life with our, for your wonderful present who is our son.
After the hug silent, and throwing quickly deep dark, the words of Venturi were appearing “I prefer the black, the white and the grey to the black or the white. I prefer the hybrid elements to pure elements, the twisted to straight pieces and the redundant to simple think...”
“I prefer that and this to that or this”.
Less is more.
